Luo Chen’s words made Zi Yuan even angrier. In the end, Zi Yuan sighed and simply deflated.
“Let’s go, Mr. Luo Wuji.” Zi Yuan said with a dark face, and her huffy look made Luo Chen laugh. But suddenly, Luo Chen’s expression changed, and he looked towards a distant street corner in Nanling.
“You go back first.” Luo Chen said seriously.
“Alright, think it over yourself.” Zi Yuan drove off by herself. Luo Chen then walked towards the street corner amidst the heavy traffic.
An international titan!
Someone really had come for him!
Although every international titan varied in strength, and it was hard to say they were all on the same level of combat power, anyone worthy of the title “international titan” was absolutely no mediocre pretender!
The heavy traffic before Luo Chen’s eyes gradually vanished. The originally bustling pedestrians disappeared, and the endless stream of cars vanished too. In the end, only Luo Chen remained on the vast street, quiet, or rather, silent to the extreme.
The streetlights on the surrounding roads flickered a few times before gradually fading out, and the surroundings turned pitch black.
Then, one by one, women in red kimonos appeared beside Luo Chen. Each woman had long, dishevelled hair covering her face. Each held a red oil-paper umbrella, humming softly as they passed by Luo Chen.
“An illusion?” Luo Chen looked around.
A so-called illusion was a technique that affected a person’s mind. Everything a person saw and heard was actually very subjective. There was once a very famous experiment where a person was blindfolded and tied to a chair. His wrist was slashed with a knife, and then the sound of dripping water was used to simulate his bleeding.
In reality, that person was not bleeding at all, but the final result was that the person died!
This was a way of killing through the mind! For that person, the sound was a form of illusion.
But clearly, this illusion was far more advanced, after all, it was an illusion cast by an international titan! It could disrupt a person’s sight, hearing, and even sense of touch.
“Heh, so this is Luo Wuji, who killed Letov and Black Phoenix’s clone?” A distant, ethereal voice approached from afar.
“Not much to look at.” The voice carried a hint of disdain and mockery.
“Before I came, I was wondering whether I should be careful and just observe you for a while. I didn’t expect you to fall into my net so easily.” The moment these words landed, not far from Luo Chen, about five metres away, there was a puddle of water. Then a hand emerged from the water, pressed against the ground, and a person leapt out from that puddle.
It was a cold, stern old woman in a kimono, with long hair covering about half her face.
The international titan, Granny Tianhuan!
If that name was unfamiliar, then the film “Sadako,” which had once scared five people to death in a cinema, should be known to everyone. This Granny Tianhuan was the mastermind behind that cassette tape. Although the film was just a film, the story within it was real.
Of course, it would be hard for anyone to connect the famous Granny Tianhuan of Japan with the film Sadako.
“They all say you, Luo Wuji, possess heaven-defying combat prowess, and that day in Fushan, you slew several international titans with a single sword strike.” Granny Tianhuan’s expression was grave, though it carried a trace of ridicule.
“However, seeing you today, to use a phrase from your Huaxia, it truly is better to hear of you than to meet you, and meeting you is even worse than hearing of you.” The mockery on Granny Tianhuan’s bark-like, wrinkled face grew thicker.
“Oh?”
“How so?” Luo Chen looked at Granny Tianhuan with great interest.
“Your illusion is far too crude in my eyes.” Luo Chen stood in the street, with the red-clad women holding umbrellas passing by like a revolving lantern, yet he remained completely unaffected, as if he had not seen them at all.
But Granny Tianhuan let out a cold laugh. She was from the Chiba Clan of Japan, a clan of great background that enshrined a deity capable of manifesting true spirits. The illusion granted by that deity could be said to sweep across the present age. Even internationally, it was renowned, capable of reaching a level of indistinguishable reality from falsehood!
So Granny Tianhuan let out a cold laugh and said, “Heh, crude?”
“You, Luo Wuji, have already fallen into my illusion, and you still dare to call it crude?” As she spoke, Granny Tianhuan waved her hand fiercely.
Instantly, the revolving women sped up, like red ghosts, raising gusts of yin wind as they swirled around Luo Chen. Luo Chen frowned. These women seemed somewhat off.
“Luo Wuji, you underestimate the illusions of my Chiba Clan.”
“You think this illusion is really so simple?” Granny Tianhuan laughed coldly again and again.
“In my eyes, it can be broken with a single sword strike!”
As Luo Chen spoke, the void trembled, and an ancient golden greatsword slowly emerged from the void behind him.
“As expected, a divine weapon!” Granny Tianhuan’s eyes suddenly lit up, gazing at the Taihuang Sword behind Luo Chen with undisguised greed.
“Kill you, seize this sword, sacrifice your soul, and obtain the crystal skull!”
“Kill me?” A cold smile crossed Luo Chen’s lips.
Then he grabbed the Taihuang Sword and slashed down with a single strike!
Instantly, all the scenery before him twisted and distorted with a tearing sound.
The scene before his eyes was torn apart like a curtain. But after this slash, Luo Chen frowned.
Because the street was still pitch black, and the red-clad women with umbrellas still passed by like a revolving lantern. Granny Tianhuan stood with her hands behind her back, looking at Luo Chen with a teasing expression.
Especially the mockery in Granny Tianhuan’s eyes grew thicker and thicker.
“Understand now?” Granny Tianhuan sneered.
“Everything you just experienced was merely an illusion!”
A golden pillar of light shot through, directly shattering Granny Tianhuan, and the scene before his eyes tore apart like a curtain once more. But when everything vanished, it all seemed to return to the starting point.
“An illusion within an illusion?” Luo Chen looked at this scene with a dark expression.
He slashed down again!
Once more, everything before him shattered, yet it still seemed to return to the starting point.
One strike!
Another strike!
Then yet another strike!
Several hundred strikes passed.
Constant repetition and returning to the starting point.
“Stop your futile struggling.” Granny Tianhuan laughed cruelly.
“How could a mere Luo Wuji possibly break my illusion within an illusion?”
“In my eyes, your futile sword-waving is nothing but a joke!” Granny Tianhuan mocked.
“You truly disappoint me utterly!”
“Forget it, I’ll just kill you!” The moment Granny Tianhuan said this, the red-clad women instantly transformed into streaks of red silk that wrapped around Luo Chen.
Then, arrows of blood shot in all directions!
Luo Chen’s corpse slowly fell to the ground!